Prologue

My name is Al Bags. Geeks or nerds as the scientific types are sometimes called created me in a lab. It seems they had nothing better to do. BAGS [Biological Advancement Genetic Splicing] the name of the project is where I got my name. They started with Alpha-Alpha to Alpha-Zulu, Beta-Alpha to Beta-Zulu, and so on until they had Zulu-Zulu. This is how the nerds and geeks identified each individual test subject they created.

I was Alpha-Lima, which I shortened that to AL and kept the program name for my surname. I was created to be a tool for the Government but what was promised and what their tests were showing was not close. I was supposed to have improved abilities due to DNA and Gene splicing.

The only things that the nerds and geeks were able to prove was that my body structure is in fact improved, my bones were 3X stronger than normal. I have a broken left forearm and right femur to prove that. It takes about 13 pounds of pressure to break a normal bone it took 40 pounds to break my bones. It takes less time for me to heal too; I healed almost 10X faster than normal and have little if any scaring. It seems there is a third blood cell that helps my body to heal, fight infections, and carry extra oxygen. My endurance and strength are almost double the normal persons.

What they could not prove and did not even realize was that I could see farther almost like my eyes were binoculars; I could read a dollar bill serial number at a distance of 300 yards. All my senses are heightened, but I am still learning to control them and understand them. I have a photographic memory and that makes me easier to teach and since my recall ability is superb, there is not much I have not learned.

By my sixteenth birthday I had completed schooling through college with two degrees; the first in mechanical science and the second in pre-med. I had completed the last of every specialty military school there was, Special Forces, Navy Seal, Delta Force, Marine Recon, Halo, Scuba, Demo, and many others by my eighteenth birthday.

The day after my nineteenth birthday I was being driven to a different base to have some more tests done. When a meteor shower blasted the planet starting in Northern Scandinavia, across Russia, Middle of China, the Pacific, the Western United States, Central and South America, most of the Southern Atlantic, Africa, Australia and the surrounding Islands. The meteor shower lasted 24 hours and the whole planet was hit.

The largest meteor to strike the planet was about fourteen cubic meters (almost 10,000 tons) and hit near the Russia China boarder with the force of a nuclear bomb. It leveled everything for an 800-mile radius, creating a crater 200 meters across and caused other natural disasters like earthquakes, landslides, avalanches, and tornados.

One meteor hit the road about 6 feet in front of our SUV and the force flipped our vehicle upward, but our speed kept us moving in the same direction, so we landed in the hole from the meteor on our back bumper then tipped forward to stop with our front wheels on the outer edge of the hole and the rest of the SUV in the hole. Everyone in the SUV was unconscious from the force of the meteor strike, even me.

My watch told me that I had been out for 20 hours when I did wake up, the guards that were taking me to the new base were dead, but the meteor strike or our crash had not killed them. I checked them out using my medical knowledge and could not find any mechanism of injury that could have killed them. They had to have died from something else. Maybe they stopped breathing due to the crash, but I was not sure. I knew my body was stronger and could heal itself, but I would have felt something if I had suffered injuries from the crash?